Tramp the Dog. Woof

TRAMP THE DOG
He was a homeless stray. He had been beaten and abused. He was afraid.
The first day, he, this people afraid dog, came right up, a p...
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TRAMP THE DOG
He was a homeless stray. He had been beaten and abused. He was afraid.
The first day, he, this people afraid dog, came right up, a proper greeting. Bravery and courage, no fear. We said no dog. No one can turn away from a proper greeting by a brave people afraid dog who wanted his home.
If he were put down the next day, we were his last hope. So he shined. He never stopped shining. You won’t be put down. He was given his days back. At his end, he slept instead. Shine on.
He felt alone. When we left, he would await our return, whining. In eye talk, he would tell us never to leave him again once we returned. NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE, NEVER EVER.
He would bolt for freedom. And then roam. Free. But knowing he could come home. And he would be safe. Welcome home. His home.
We felt welcome and missed. And we sheltered him. Until we couldn’t anymore, no shelter would help.
Roaming or at home. Roam on. Forever.
When giant oak leaves of late August flutter to the ground, they don’t know they will turn brown and blow away as dust. Dogs do not know death.
Not smart but very wise sweet boy Houdini dog, Tramp, hurt no more. Don’t be afraid. Much loved. Don’t know good bye. Sleep to death. Roam. Woof.

RIP Tramp

August 25, 2020
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